"Is this the world where Zhao Yan said an evil god was living in seclusion? It looks quite peaceful."
Having just entered this region, Sun Yi, "Rainbow Light," took a deep breath. The air here was far better than in that previous heavy-industry world.
Ultimately, Lu PingAn's group's observations had only been a cursory glance. Every race in every multiverse had its own extensions and operating logic.
In a sense, Featherfolk civilization resembled a counterpart of the Soviet Union from a certain era, following the same centralized planning and management model, only on a far larger scale.
Some worlds were responsible for population, some for culture, and some for industry. Yet with ninety percent of the worlds focused on light industry and agriculture, they possessed ample strategic resources, potential manpower, and an extraordinarily stable social structure.
Sufficient strategic depth was this civilization's source of confidence, but its slow, dull development and unambitious diplomatic approach were why even newly risen star-region civilizations like humanity dared to come knocking.
"I wonder why Mr. Zhao invited us here this time. It's hard to imagine that an evil god would live in seclusion in such a barren world with nothing to gain from it."
Su Xingying, "Wine Cup Dancer," was somewhat uneasy. She had opposed her mentor's decision to come. She had always felt that Zhao Yan was no good.
Of course, since they were involved with Blood Feast, there was no such thing as "good" by human standards. But among a bunch of bastards who constantly challenged the limits of morality, Zhao Yan was among the worst of the worst.
Sun Yi, "Rainbow Light," shook his head. That had never been what concerned him.
Unlike the newly advanced Zhao Yan, though both were Tier 7 powerhouses, Sun Yi was an old hand.
"What